Hushed Willows the morning will come soon.

Eleuthera was not surprised when Ibis moved to shield her captive prize. The lilac girl scoffed and did not bother to keep silent with it, simultaneously rolling her moonshine eyes in an act of knowing repugnance. She loved her siblings — the were the only consistent thing she had ever known in her life, up to this point — but by god, they were annoying. It was not the easiest thing for Eleuthera to spend a lot of time around others, lest she become tempestuous and ornery, and even in their solo travels Leu found it necessary to take a reprieve from her brothers and sisters to partake in some more conventional fare, usually with her mama’s, talking about adult stuff. She always had been a mama’s girl, but Eleuthera liked to believe it was out of her obscenely keen sense of maturity rather than a crutch for her social anxieties. But, without either mother nearby for the wisp to default to, Eleuthera decided she couldn’t allow Ibis’s secrecy to sour her mood. Why’d she always have to be so selfish?

“Come onnnnnn,” Eleuthera breathed exasperatedly. “You never share.”